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Mia X

Hoodlum Poetry

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(Heavy Breathing)[Mia X]I came to this country with my mamaEverybody called her the white girlBut you all knew I had a lil` somethin` somethin` on meCause my outer was slightly tannedSouthern folk called me a yellow galI`ve been out here in this world for a while nowBringing madness and mayhem to man, woman, and childYou see my mother, the white girl had several loversSo my father`s true identity has yet to be discoveredSome call it A-1 soda others V-12Doctor Tishner has been implicatedBut all of their seeds are incriminating evidenceAs far as my perception goesMy mother, she was indeed good, but I was most powerfulJust ask anybody in your hoodYou can even ask those in corporate America about this mobstressMost times, I as little as a pea, though my weight fluctuatesSize ain`t shit, cause I have enough game to make you steal from ya mamaAnd call her out by her nameI can make her neglect her children, sale her body, perform dirty tricksOn her knees and be called the neighborhood hottieEverybody`s a thief and a liar once they make my acquaintanceThey be anxious to buy my love, they lust for meWant to hold me and test my purity, but it`s only for a momentYou see the ecstasy that I give to youIt`s only temporary but quite costlyI`m bossy from your very first encounter with meI tell you, you need me, gots to have me, can`t live without meThe pea, my game extends, it gets deeperYou see my skills don`t pimp just the weak mindedThe so-called big ballin` brothers are obsessed with meThey kill, rob, and plot on one another to possess meThey see me as a goddessThe financial path that will lead them out the ghettoBut don`t they know, have a clueThat I and my mother were sent here to destroy themTo entice, baffle, and trap themConscious people call the conspiracy genocideWell, what do you thinkI mean you make money off me, while they pile up evidence on youThen get you to spend all the money you`re stackin`On lawyers and bail bondsmenThey seize your property and worldly itemsThat have you caught up in this lifestyleMaterial things that turn friends to foesWoman to hoe, man to monsterYeah nigga you`ve changed but so whatCause I give you what you need I give you powerMake you feel invincible right by meI make you feel like a big man, timerNo matter how fat, ugly, illiterate you areI make the prettiest women love youFight over you and compete with others trying to give you babiesI make your relative, want to kiss your assTreat you like a king and roll out the red carpetThey`ve got one hand out for moneyAnd the other hand has a pen in it so you can sign your life policyMy assistance makes you have that edge over the next manCause it`s all about me and money, the root of all evilThe necessities of function in this societyI make all your gangsta dumbass stories interestingCause you are the manI mean we listen in awe as you speak of your murder talesMйnage a trios, homosexual advances, and secret romancesI`m bout it and I make you feel bout it bout itI split family, split friends, split lovers and even business partnersSo niggas nickname me crack, ain`t that somethingI`m the reason why a lot of people are homeless, crazy, crippledWhy they`re HIV positive and deadBut you still want me, feel the need for me to be in your possessionFear to get high off my intoxicating little piecesOr to spread my love to profitYou`re even willing to kill and die for meAnd even though my mother, the white girlEngaged in several orgies for my creationI still know my father, you know him tooYou follow his lead, and work with himClaim you hate him but your actions are different from your tongueLet`s face it, you serve him faster than you do your GodWe own you niggaAnd as far as the ones that send I and my mother here to destroy youWe own them tooSo after all my destruction, I must pat myself on the back, uh uhI am crack, the devil`s daughterHuman life, minds destroy yaYou need me, yeah ya do, for sho` ya do, you really doSo go head on nigga, take a hitI`ma keep putting you out on the streetsFreeze you now, help me to kill youHoodlum poetry, food for ya mindWake up deaf, dumb and blind, it`s timeI`m the masteress, I`m the mobstressI`m the pimpstress, and I own youI`m the masteress, I`m the mobstressAnd I own you, I`m trying to kill youAnd I`m succeeding, yes I`m succeedingI`m trying to kill you and I`m gon` do itI`m gon` kill you, I`m gon` kill youI`m gon` kill you, and it`s bloody

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